Page 525 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
None of them even acknowledged me.
“Who just went into the ballroom?” I asked.
The couples still didn’t acknowledge me.
I ran toward the ballroom.
But someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me backward.
I turned to see who it was, but he’d pulled me into a dark room. It smelled of cleaning supplies and hot oil. Were we in the kitchen?
And I realized before he even kissed me that whoever had just kissed me wasn’t my kiss thief. Becausethiswas.
Who the hell had I just kissed in the bathroom?
My thoughts disappeared as my kiss thief slammed his lips against mine.
Or...was this the same person? And he just hadn’t had enough? He could have easily slipped into this room after the bathroom. We were much less likely to get interrupted in here.
My head was scrambled. But his kiss made all my thoughts disappear.
This had to be the same person. It didn’t make sense otherwise. And he tasted minty just like the bathroom kiss. But all I could smell was the smells of the kitchen.
And God, I didn’t even care who was kissing me. I just wanted more. My kiss thief made me feel like I was the only one he cared about.
I wasn’t just his friend.
Or some fake girlfriend.
He was real.
“Did I already dance with you?” I said against his lips.
He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me onto a cold metal counter.
“Tell me,” I said.
Instead of responding, he kissed me again as he stepped between my thighs. His hand landed on the slit in my dress. He pushed it even higher.
I knew he wouldn’t respond to me. And I knew why. Because if he did...I’d recognize his voice.
I’d danced with him already then...right? I must have.
I tried to picture kissing Jacob.
Did it feel anything like this?
The kiss thief’s hand slid even higher.
Yes. It did. When Jacob kissed me I felt alive.
Was it possible? Could it really be? I wasn’t sure. My head was completely scrambled as the kiss thief’s hand slid higher.
Every time I’d practiced third base with Jacob, all I’d wanted was for him towantto touch me. And the kiss thief wanted to. He’d been dreaming of it. He’d said as much.
And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been dreaming of it too.
I’d pictured Jacob’s face between my thighs.
